Anonymous ( Fri) tytys: 29
happened at an old job at a grocery warehouse
bone hour to closing time, about 10: 30 at night
aisles when a guy comes in wearing
nothing but a leather jacket and sweatpants,
it : 30 junkie
disclosing manager and security both slyly
following him through store, he comes down my
looking right next to me at jars of
pickles and olives, starts to reach out tor some
hand is too shaky, always stops
muttering under my breath "don' t fucking
do it, don' t pick up the jar"
we grasps a jar of olives
close my eyes and hold my breath
seconds of silence that last 5 hours
wear a loud pop and crunch as the jar drops to
fjunkie looks at empty hand, then at me, then
begins muttering, "oh dude, i am so sorry, it' s
it' s okay man"
fjunkie' s eyes go wide, he leans in
really dude? thanks..."
deflowers voice to a whisper